I'm driving around

Only making right turns.

There are all these lanes,

White lines, brown leaves

Blowing along a gray pavement grid.

The never ending roads are angled 

And don't lead back where they came.

There's nobody coming.

I pull out again.

Another right turn,

Another slow lane,

Another side street,

Another strange angle,

The web is tangled.

I'm just looking for you.

-jenn